Like A Rough Orator, That Brings More

True Dignity Is Never Gained By Place, And Never Lost When Honors Are Withdrawn.

I Have Play'd The Fool, The Gross Fool, To Believe The Bosom Of A Friend Will Hold A Secret Mine Own Could Not Contain.

A Diamond, Though Set In Horns, Is Still A Diamond, And Sparkles In Purest Gold.

Before We End Our Pilgrimage, 'tis Fit That We Should Leave Corruption, And Foul Sin, Behind Us, But With Wash'd Feet And Hands, The Heathens Dar' Not Enter Their Profane Temples; And For Me To Hope My Passage To Eternity Can Be Made Easy, Till I Have Shook Off The Burthen Of My Sins In Free Confession, Aided With Sorrow, And Repentance For Them, Is Against Reason.

For Any Man To Match Above His Rank Is But To Sell His Liberty.